Seaside ~ A poem by Paul Brookes


at seven gob full of sticky
pink cloud, sucks on column
of lettered sugar, giggles
in mechanical whirl.

at seventeen lugs full of raucous beat
fills our no confidence,
and, if lucky, a fumble
in the wet between her thighs
beneath the pier.

at fifty seven, another beach
of quiet silver haired contentment
a bench of rich silence
to admire the soft waves lap
and digest a good meal.

Paul Brookes

Paul Brookes is a shop asst. His chapbooks include The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), She Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Please Take Change (, 2018), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). He edits The Wombwell Rainbow Interviews. He tweets @PaulDragonwolf1

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